To say that I feel shitty is an understatement. My nose is running and I have to wipe it constantly. My back is aching like a hoard of elephant's strode over it, and there is a little devil poking my brain with an ice pick.
But still I went to school. A decision I gravely regret now that I'm clutching my lunch tray and staring out over the mass of students sitting in the cafeteria. They are all stuffing food into their mouths, and the sight of it makes me want to throw up.
I feel bile rise in my throat, and I quickly turn around and walk out if the room. I need some air, some fresh, clean, winter air.
So i go outside, sitting down at a stone bench in the back of the school. there are no one outside at this time of the year, and if you happen to see a lost soul walking across the lawn, you can be 100% sure that person is sneaking away to have a cigarette. Oh, Cigarettes. i love them. i love the smell, I love how the smoke looks when it disappear in thin air, I love how peaceful people look when the drag the poison down in their lungs. It´s too bad i cant smoke them myself. I tried it once and almost choked to death, not to mention how i could almost feel the cancer growing in my lungs.
Why haven't they made cigarettes that aren´t bad for you?
"Is this where you´re hiding?" I hear someone say from beside me. Evan.
"Yeah, I had to get out of the cafeteria. The sight of people eatng made me want to throw up." I say, taking a bit from my ham and cheese sandwich. "I have to agree with you on that. We do have some pretty disgusting people in our school. I´m just glad you didn´t do it because you were avoidung me." He smiles as he says it, but I can see a flicker in his eyes. I can´t interpret what it is. Nervousness? Curiosity? I don´t know.
"Why would I be avoiding you?" I ask, a frown appearing on my forehead. "I don´t know. After what happened, I was kind of worried you would ignore me." As he says it, I understand what the flicker in his eyes was. It was nervousness. He was nervous.
"Why would i ignore you?" "I don´t know, it just tends to happen," he shrugs, staring out at the empty park. "I would never ignore you." I whisper, and I can see a smile tugging at his lips.
"And I would never ignore you"
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When I fail to feel better the next day, I decide to stay in bed, armed with Netflix and a bowl of popcorn. I´m just about to put on ´Friends' When I feel my ass vibrating. I jumps, and reach down to find the source of the unpleasant feeling. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize it´s my phone.
"Hi, it´s Cat" I say, not bothering to check the caller ID. "Are you at school?" I hear a hoarse voice say. Who the hell is this? i want to say, who is this creepy person who wants to know where I am? "Ehhh, no. Who´s asking?" I say, highly confused.
"It´s E...e..." the person on the phone is interrupted by a loud sneeze, that makes me jump so hard I spill popcorn all over m y bed. "It´s Evan" He says when he´s done sneezing. Once again, I let out a sigh of relief. It´s not an axe murderer this timer either.
"Ohh, I didn´t recognize your voice, I thought maybe you were a super stalker who wanted to brutally murder me." That makes him laugh, or at least try to laugh, because he starts coughing really hard.
"No super stalker here, just me, and what I´m scared may be a severe case of pneumonia." He says when he finally stops coughing."But are you at school?"
"No, why are you asking?" I say, starting to clean up the mess of spilled popcorn that have already started to hide in my sheets. "Because I am, and I´m not sure i should be."
"Oh no, you sound really bad. maybe you should go home." I suggest, my heart falling a bit of the thought of him being at school when he´s this bad.
"That´s the thing, I cant. My bus doesn't leave for another two hours, and I don´t think i cant walk home in this condition." "Awww, honey." Say, feeling even worse when I picture him walking home in this condition. "Come here, it´s only five minutes to walk, and I can make you soup." I can almost hear the smile in his voice when he says: "Thank you so much, that would be wonderful." And i cant help myself from smiling too.
The doorbell rings ten minutes later, and when I open the door, i see a very pale Evan leaning on the wall, trying to catch his breath.
"You look really sexy right now," I giggle and look down at his baggy sweatpants and worn out batman shirt. "I know, I´m always sexy" he smirks, and somehow he kind of does, even though his eyes are glassy and his nose is red.
"Come in, we don´t want the neighbours to call the fashion police to come and arrest you." he smirks, and steps inside. "You´re the one to talk." He says, looking at my flying squirrel onesie. "At least I have wings." I laugh, and he coughs.
"Do you want some soup?" I say, walking towards the kitchen. "Oh, yes. That would be perfect."
I can hear him sniffling behind me as I start warming the soup. "You know, I think you may be even sexier than me," he says, and i snort. "Yeah, I´ll always be sexier than you." I smirk, and he whispers. "I don´t doubt it."
When the soup is done, and I suggest we lay down on each out couch and watch a movie, he starts to protest. "I will not lay on a couch alone, I think I might die if i don´t get to cuddle someone." His blue eyes are looking down at me though his thick eyelashes, and I can feel sunshine radiating from my heart. "You mean: Someone you can wipe your running nose on?" I say, mockingly. "No,I really think cuddling is the perfect antidote to whatever disease i'm dying from." I look at him, a tint of red draping my cheeks.
"Okay then, I can´t let you die in my house. I would have an awful lot to clean up of you did." So i lay down beside him. The couch is almost too small for us, but he wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my nape.
"I´m already feeling better," He whispers, and i smile.
I stroke his back, and I can feel his breath becoming heavier. I start to think he´s falling asleep, but then he lifts his face. his nose rubbing against my neck, sending shiver down my spine. "You know, even though you look like you might be dying of some unknown disease, I really want to kiss you" He says, and I feel my heart fluttering. "Do it." I whisper, and he does.
His lips are soft, moving in sync with mine, exploring my mouth, and making fireworks explode in my mind. Kissing him feels just as good now as it did at Seth´s concert, maybe even better, because this time, I´m not scared. I´m ready. Ready for whatever the future has to bring.
The kiss is followed by another one, and then another one, until we are out for breath, and have tho pull away from each other.
"You know, I think you are one of the only people who can kiss that good while they're suffering form what may be a severe case of pneumonia" I smile, and he hugs me even closer.
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(A/N)
Don't even start.
I just wanted to write something, and it turned out super cheesy. Sorry.
But I will say this, things aren't going to turn out the way you may think.
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